Page 33 of Masked Seduction
I scrub shampoo into my hair a bit too aggressively, as if I can physically wash away my unsettling suspicions.
Because if that masked man was Abram, I don’t know what I’ll do.
I freeze momentarily, the spray hitting my back as the implications crash through me again. It means my boss—the man I spend every day trying not to throttle—knows exactly how I sound when I climax. Knows how I taste. Knows exactly what kind of filthy, needy, desperate sounds I make when I'm on the edge.
Fuck.
Heat spreads lower, pooling between my thighs, and I curse myself for being so susceptible to him. Even the suspicion of it being Abram is enough to make me squirm in the shower.
Forcing the thoughts aside, I rinse quickly, wanting to get on my way ASAP.Work, I remind myself. Abram wanted me there early for something important. This isn't the day to be distracted by a spectacular one-night stand.
But the more I think about it, the harder it is to believe it wasn't him. I stand still, letting my thoughts get carried away.
The hot water streams down my back, soothing tired muscles but doing absolutely nothing to calm the fire still burning between my thighs. My mind drifts right back to Friday night. To that room.
To him.
I close my eyes, tipping my head back beneath the spray. In an instant, he's with me. Not a fantasy exactly, but more like a vivid memory that refuses to fade.
It feels so real.
I imagine him showing up at my apartment unannounced, uninvited, yet completely welcome. My pulse quickens, breath coming in shallow little pants as the fantasy unfolds.
He’s behind me now, stepping silently into the shower. I feel the brush of his fingertips on my hips before I even see him. His big, strong hands grip me possessively, sliding smoothly over wet skin.
“You thought you could run away from me,kotenok?” he murmurs darkly, his voice a sensual rasp. I’d come across the word when finding a translation for the other one.
Kitten.
"I–I didn't run," I stammer, feeling heat flood through me. "I left."
He chuckles, low and dangerous, mouth against my ear. "You can’t leave when I’m not done with you."
My heart thunders, knees trembling slightly. In reality, I trail my fingertips along my collarbone, slipping downward, brushing over my breasts as I picture his hands following the same path. In my mind, he cups them, pinching my nipples until I gasp.
“Tell me,” he growls softly, his accent thick, almost punishing. “Did you spend all weekend thinking about how I fucked you?”
“Yes,” I whisper. My hand slips lower, teasing gently between my legs, mirroring what I imagine he'd do.
His imaginary hands slip down my body, calloused palms tracing curves he's already claimed once.
"Then show me how much you missed it. Touch yourself. Let me see."
I groan softly as my fingers slide between my thighs, finding myself slick and swollen. It's been torture not doing this all weekend, denying myself this release. I rub small, firm circles over my clit, matching the intensity of the imagined pressure of his hand.
In my fantasy, he's pressed hard against me, his cock thick and heavy between us. My fingers glide against my clit, and I can hear his imagined grunt of approval.
"Just like that, Jenna. Fuck, you're so wet for me already."
Imagining hearing those words nearly pushes me over the edge. I lean against the shower wall, one hand steadying myself as my other hand works faster, aching. I picture him dropping to his knees, spreading my thighs further apart, demanding access.
The feel of his tongue is vivid, scorching, licking slow circles, his beard scratching deliciously against my legs. He eats me like he can't get enough, strong hands gripping my hips, holding me exactly where he wants me.
"Oh God," I whisper aloud, hips bucking into my hand as my body strains toward release.
In my mind, he's relentless, growling against my pussy. "You taste so fucking good, Jenna. You belong to me now. Every inch of this beautiful body is mine."
My breath catches sharply as I rub faster, tension winding impossibly tighter. My fantasy shifts suddenly, vividly. He stands, turning me around roughly, pressing the front of my body against the cool tile, his cock thick and hard, rubbing between my ass cheeks. I tremble beneath his touch.
